OLD MAN STARING AT THE CEILING

Long I’ve waited for this—

Long has one been calling me
And long I couldn’t hear—

Now—stuck in my last stand—the full halt—the leg’s strength
Draining out through sore feet—

Now do I hear
Sounds from the Unknown World—

Now do I long perfectly…




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